Art Upsets, Science Reasures.

I Wanted To Create A Kind Of Substance By Means Of Brush-work. But That Is The Kind Of Discovery Which One Makes Gradually... Thus It Was That I Subsequently Began To Introduce Sand, Sawdust And Metal Filings Into My Pictures.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

In Art, Progress Lies Not In An Extension, But In A Knowledge Of Limitations.

It Is Not Sufficient That What One Paints Should Be Made Visible. It Must Be Made Tangible.

Once An Object Has Been Incorporated In A Picture It Accepts A New Destiny.